Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland Chapter 195: As long as there is money to be made, fear noth

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: As long as there is money to be made, fear nothing_1

Seeing all the stuff she had carried back, it was truly amazing how such a petite figure could have lugged all these back. The nearest mountain to their town was over an hour away. She had carried so of it on her back and picked up the rest.

“Dad, have you eaten yet? I will start cooking imdiately.”

“I have eaten. Go and eat yourself. I am going to work.” Old man Zhao didn’t linger much longer before heading to work.

ng Yunhan rinsed the mushrooms clean, laid them out to dry, and then boiled hot water for Little Huzi to bathe. Afterward, she had her al while feeding Little Huzi.

“Little Huzi, mother will dry out these wild fruits. Co winter, we can use them for you to teethe on.”

That day was ng Yunhan’s birthday. Old man Zhao prepared a boiled egg and a bowl of noodles for his adopted daughter.

“Eat up, eat up.”

ng Yunhan was deeply touched. In both her current and previous life, no one had ever cooked an egg and a bowl of noodles for her on her birthday.

“Dad, thank you.”

Old man Zhao was a bit shy. “We are family indeed.”

Having seen off Old Man Zhao, ng Yunhan started preparing to make a birthday cake.

“Little Huzi, be good and stay with your dad. Mom is going to make a birthday cake and so delicacies. Understand?” ng Yunhan bent down and kissed her son, who had just been fed and changed, before speaking to him.

“Ahao, you watch our son for a bit. Don’t let him fall. I’m going out to buy so at and will be back soon.”

ng Yunhan was puzzled at her son’s unusual behavior today; he usually fell asleep quickly after being fed. Their ho was not far from the black market, a round trip taking no more than ten minutes, so she decided not to take her son out as Little Huzi had developed prickly heat and was afraid of him getting sunburnt.

After giving them so instructions, ng Yunhan took her money and left the house.

She took the familiar route to the ho of Zhang Dawei, where she usually purchased groceries.

“Brother Zhang, do you have at today? I ntioned it to you yesterday.”

Upon seeing ng Yunhan, Zhang Dawei nodded, then shouted into the house, “Wife, bring out the lean at, about two pounds.”

“Coming.”

A young woman appeared carrying a piece of at.

After paying, ng Yunhan turned around and left.

“Husband, why does she frequently co to buy at? Last ti she bought nearly twenty pounds; it hasn’t even been a month yet and she’s already co two or three tis.”

Zhang Dawei glanced at his wife. “Go look after the child. As long as we make money, what’s to fear?”

The young woman grumbled, “I just find it odd that she has so much money to buy at.”

Zhang Dawei didn’t care how many tis ng Yunhan ca a month to buy at. As long as she was buying, it was a good thing. However, he wondered if she would co to sell grains again.

Currently, rice and corn hadn’t hit the market, and were quite expensive.

He would ask her next ti they t.

Upon arriving ho, ng Yunhan heard crying. She quickly took the at to the kitchen, covered it with a pot lid, and headed to the room.

“Little Huzi, mommy’s ho, mommy’s ho. Why are you crying?” she wondered. How could her son be crying after such a short ti? Many scenarios went through ng Yunhan’s worried mind: she feared her son had fallen, or sothing had frightened him.

She was in a state of total anxiety, wishing she could instantly be with her son.

But the mont she entered the room, she picked up Little Huzi and started to comfort him. “Little Huzi, what’s the matter, what’s the matter? Mommy just went out to buy so at, why have you started crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry.”